There are always so many sexes every day

Murong Xin, the previous leader of Tianchongjiao, was a romantic figure. At the beginning, only his wife married five people, and even raised two famous prostitutes in the church.

If you say it is raising, you are really just raising it. If you think about it, you will go and have a look.

Murong Xin is a person who values ​​status. The five wives are all ladies from famous families. As for the two prostitutes, Murong Xin bought them back because he thought they were beautiful, but he would never give them names. point.

Murong Xin's five wives gave birth to eight sons in total, but among the eight sons, three died shortly after birth, and three more died when they were fighting for the position of leader. Only Murong Ang and Murong Fei were left.

And Murong Xin himself was poisoned to death by some son in that battle.

Murong Ang's mother, whose boudoir name is Qing Wansheng, was the eldest princess of the first emperor and the elder sister of the current emperor's compatriots. But for some reason, she married into Chongjiao, and she stayed away from the court and entered the arena.

Although Qing Wancheng was Murong Xin's eldest wife, she was not favored, so she did not know how to give birth to Murong Ang and Murong Fei until the end, a seventh young master and an eighth young master.And in that battle, this woman also used the calculations carried in her so-called noble blood to make the other six women and their sons die together.

However, there was still a deviation.

Qing Wancheng loves Murong Fei who is the most like her, but she hates the elder son Murong Ang who looks a lot like Murong Xin.So at the beginning, she also wanted Murong Fei to sit on the position of leader, but she underestimated Murong Ang's ability. At the last moment, Murong Ang suddenly pushed him away from the position of leader who was close at hand, and was closely watched. up.

Qing Wansheng was naturally not reconciled, the hatred in her heart was even stronger, together with her spoiled young son, they tried their best to pull Murong Ang down, but they all failed.The only time it was considered successful was when Murong Ang was poisoned while he was practicing martial arts in seclusion, which caused chaos in the teaching, and Murong Ang also went to Nanhuan Hall to recuperate from his injuries.

The final outcome is that one is imprisoned and the other is held in the torture hall.

Song Huanhuan licked her dry lips, picked up the teacup in hand and poured two cups of water vigorously before giving up.

This is the gossip that Murong Ang promised to tell him, but now Song Huanhuan regrets it, he shouldn't listen to it, this kind of thing is gossip to outsiders, but it is a kind of gossip to those who have experienced it. kind of torment.

Murong Ang narrowed his eyes: "Why are you looking at me with that look?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback and lowered his head. He had forgotten one thing. A strong person like Murong Ang didn't need the sympathy of others. To him, sympathy was like an insult.

"Ahem..." Song Huanhuan cleared her throat, said in a low voice with wandering eyes, "No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you."

Murong

Ang thought it was funny: "You are my servant, where do you want to go if you are not by my side? Do you want to be someone else's servant?"

Song Huanhuan: "..." He obviously didn't mean that!Besides, he just confessed very warmly, okay?Why would Mao become such an annoying topic as a servant!

Song Huanhuan gave Murong Ang a rare and bold look, stood up and ran out, and bumped into Shisan who was standing upright as soon as he opened the door.

In fact, with Shisan's ability, he could dodge it, but he was in a daze just now and didn't have time to dodge.

That's right, Thirteen, the idiot, is in a daze!

Song Huanhuan covered his sore nose and stared at Shisan with wide eyes, while the latter just gave him a stupid look, and then... moved aside without saying a word.

Song Huanhuan raised her eyebrows, ignoring the pain in her nose, and said with a gossipy face, "Yo, yo, what are you thinking, brother Thirteen? You have a silly face, could it be that you miss your wife?"

Thirteen glanced at Song Huanhuan expressionlessly, but his red ears betrayed his little thoughts.

Song Huanhuan's eyes became brighter, and there was gossip.

Just as Song Huanhuan was about to ask, she heard a sentence from the room: "Thirteen, come in."

Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief, stepped in, and slammed the door shut.

Song Huanhuan rubbed his nose, walked away humming and whimpering, as him, he couldn't listen to what he shouldn't know, although it's a pity that he couldn't play with Shisan, but for the sake of his life, let's go.

Inside the house, Thirteen seriously reported the latest news.

"A few days ago, in the name of my Tian Chongjiao, someone intercepted the bodyguards of the Fuwei Escort Bureau, killed the respected and respected Mr. Undead, and slaughtered the whole family of Wu's family in Jiangling. Now the No. [-] martial arts village, Qiufeng Mountain Villa, has widely distributed hero posts , Said to recruit martial arts people widely, crusade against my sect, and eliminate harm for martial arts."

Murong Ang said casually: "When?"

"After March."

Murong Ang nodded: "I understand, you can go down."

"Yes."

Murong Ang stood up slowly, walked to the window, with a sneer on his lips, killing the martial arts?He wants to see, what kind of harm is eliminated.

The bored Song Huanhuan had no other place to go, so she had to find the little assassin again.

When Song Huanhuan arrived, the little assassin was walking in the yard with a walking stick.

"Xiaobai~" Song Huanhuan walked over with her hands behind her back and a smile.

The little assassin was taken aback for a moment, and it wasn't until Song Huanhuan walked up to him that he realized that Xiaobai was calling him.

"You came……"

Song Huanhuan said: "What? Haven't gotten used to your new name yet?"

The little assassin smiled wryly: "No one calls me, how can I adapt..."

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking about it, he was the only one who came back here to talk to him, so no one called his name except himself.

Looking at the little assassin's pitiful face, Song Huanhuan was instantly overwhelmed with maternal love (peh, bah, bah), stroked the little assassin's hair, and said, "From now on, I will call you by your name every day until you get used to it, Xiaobai Xiaobai Xiaobaibai~"

The little assassin burst out laughing, this guy has always been so funny.

Seeing that the little assassin was in a better mood, Song Huanhuan stopped talking, helped him to sit down on the stone bench, and asked, "How is your injury?"

"It's almost healed, but the legs haven't grown well yet."

"That's good, you have to heal your wounds well before you can serve me hahaha..."

Little Assassin: "..." Bah!

The two of them talked and laughed until it was dark and drank three pots of tea.

The little assassin looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark, don't you need to go back?"

Song Huanhuan scratched his head: "Well, it's really time to go back, or that fellow Murong Ang will want to vent his anger on me again."

"Brother Ming Huan, how dare you directly address the leader by his name?" In fact, the little assassin has always been curious, Song Huanhuan should be the most tempered servant he has ever seen.

Song Huanhuan said arrogantly: "Why don't you dare? It's just a name. Besides, he doesn't know anyway, so it's nothing to say secretly."

Little Assassin: "..." This man can always break the little bit of respect he has for him...

Song Huan cheered and stood up, saying, "Go, I'll help you into the house."

The little assassin shook his head: "No, you go back quickly, I will go in by myself later."

"That's no good, the threshold is so high, what should you do if you accidentally fall?"

The little assassin is powerless, is he that stupid?

"Get up and go in."

The little assassin had no choice but to let Song Huanhuan help him into the room.

It was getting dark in the room at the moment, Song Huanhuan lit the candle, and said, "Someone will deliver food later, if you need anything, remember to call me, I'll leave first."

The little assassin nodded: "Brother Minghuan, goodbye."

"So cute~" Song Huanhuan patted the little assassin's head, and left in a jolt.

After Song Huanhuan closed the door and walked away, the little assassin raised his hand to rub the place Song Huanhuan touched just now, and smiled foolishly.

Song Huanhuan trotted all the way back, just bumped into Huang Ying who came out to look for him at the door.

As soon as she saw Huang Ying, Song Huanhuan covered her ears reflexively.

Huang Ying, who was still angry at first, saw his actions, and couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "What are you still doing? Go back and serve."

Song Huanhuan smiled flatteringly at Huang Ying, and ran into the yard in a hurry.

Since that meal together, Song Huanhuan has been reduced from a young servant to a five-accompany servant who eats, drinks, takes a bath, sleeps, and masturbates.

When Song Huanhuan entered the room, Murong Ang was washing his hands under the service of another maid.

Murong Ang sees him

After entering, Song Huanhuan pushed back the maid, and consciously went up to take the handkerchief and wipe his hands.

After eating for such a long time, Song Huanhuan already knew Murong Ang's habits.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Song Huanhuan scooped up the soup and put it in front of Murong Ang, then took the chopsticks and put Murong Ang's favorite food on the small plate in front of him, very considerate.

Murong Ang ate very slowly and gracefully, so Song Huanhuan also had to slow down, chewing a bite of food dozens of times, and it took a long time to finish the meal.

Under normal circumstances, Murong Ang adheres to the ancient creed of not talking when eating or sleeping, and never speaks, but occasionally when he is in a very good mood or in a very bad mood, he will talk to Song Huanhuan, for example, this time .

Murong Ang suddenly said: "I heard that you often call me by my name behind your back, is there such a thing?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback, swallowed what was in his mouth hastily, put down the chopsticks and bowl in his hand, and said with a surprised look: "Who made the rumor? This is slander!"

Murong Ang gave a half-smile: "Really?"

Song Huanhuan knew in a blink of an eye that Shisan must have told him again, but if he admitted it, he would definitely be punished again...

Song Huanhuan carefully looked at Murong Ang's face, wanting to see from that face whether this person is in a good mood or not...

Observation to no avail.

Seeing Murong Ang's expression getting colder and colder, Song Huanhuan could only honestly say: "It was just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue... never again!"

Murong Ang still had those two words: "Really?"

Song Huanhuan felt like crying, and something must have happened to make him unhappy, so the anger turned on her again...

While Song Huanhuan was waiting to be punished, Murong Ang changed the subject by himself, saying, "I packed my luggage tonight, I'm going out of the mountain."

"Ah?" Song Huanhuan was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

Murong Ang didn't answer, just drank the soup.

Song Huanhuan had no choice but to bow her head and eat honestly.

going out tomorrow...

Song Huanhuan's heart was overwhelmed, she could finally go out and wander around, hahahaha...

The author has something to say: This chapter has been written for a whole morning, and [-] words popped out, and then I felt that it was too dry and imprecise, and I wanted to overthrow it and start over, so...deleted all QAQ

In the end, I shortened the matter to a few hundred words, and it finally went smoothly.

The person who rewrites it can't afford to hurt it!

I'm still a little dissatisfied, but I finally explained it clearly and wiped off my sweat...

It's vulgar, it's bloody, hahaha

In fact, this was originally a little white Leiwen that sprinkled all kinds of blood, hahahaha

In the next chapter, Huanhuan is about to enter the army. As a time traveler, why not go to a martial arts conference?